““Do you love him?” Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. “He makes me feel like that. Like flying.” “Then, you have to tell him.” “I told you, I kissed him!” “It’s hardly the same. I kissed you, after all. That wasn’t love, Mr. Sharp.” “Aye, and what exactly was it?” “Curiosity.” Lilit smiled. “And as I said, you’re quite a dashing boy.” “But I’m pretty sure Alek doesn’t want a dashing boy!” “You can’t be sure until you ask.” Deryn shook her head. “You were raised to throw bombs. I wasn’t.” “Were you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?””
